I'm Not Proud Or Feel Good About It, But I Was On The Street

A poor, broke, starving artist I was sleeping on a friends couch. It wasn't strange or odd, many artist I knew were broke on someone's couch. My friend was different than me, she had a man who paid her bills.

Covid made everything worse. The only person who was doing ok was her, her bills were paid. She was honest with me, he demands her sole attention. Sometimes sex is involved. She was honest, being a man's girlfriend was admitting she wasn't able to make it on her own.

I had no money, not twenty cents. I let a man, a friend of his, married with a family just like him, take care of my bills in return for my sole attention. Sometimes sex is involved. I won't say you get used to it, but like my friend, I can't go it alone.